kid you got no business rappin, you say, you from NY must be from green bay, cuz you about to be sent "pack'n"/ (Green Bay Packers)
You a poor whitetrash muthafuka with no financial back'n, when I'm rich like Dr. Huxtable, I got everything this cats lack'n, like a pair of testicles/
Im a wild styled MC you a tame ho, whatever i say goes when i say shit, you couldn't "flo" if you was bang'n a country waitress/
Theres no debat'n, when both sexes are in the room you "go nuts", I wont hesitate kid, to slice ya ass up like cold cuts/
And serve ya up raw, i'll hav'n you star'n in awe, i rhyme so tight youll ooh and ya ahh like I made ya ma last night/
Im so sick ill make ya drop ya jaw, when you hear it you'll revere it like it was the law, i'll readjust my tv while you readjust ya bra/
That you stuff, this lil sex changers tyrin to be tuff, tryin to be a banger when even a paranoid skitaphrenic wouldn't consider him a danger/
When you battle me, it's candy, you'll get ya ass beat "now and later"/
Like the wrapper you'll get torn, I should of done the world a favor and b4 ya were born went on up of ya mom with a coathanger/ (abortion)
you cant rhyme so dont bother, your rhymes are so wack you need a translater,im the godfather 2 you the godfather 3, theres no question whos greater, its me/